Anthony Cavuoti


Now That She Is Gone - Poem by Anthony Cavuoti

Now that she is gone she is more real to me then the air that I breathe.

Then the thoughts in my head.

Then the dreams of my ambitions.

Then the fire of my desires.


I feel like the devil cast out into hell, never to see light again.

Sealed in pitch darkness alone.

I feel like I'm bleeding out

No transfusion.

I feel like an aborted fetus.

A million galaxies,

A million sunrises of her wisdom shine from the darkness within.

I did not realize how great she was until it was too late.

She was very flawed.

That's exactly why I loved her so.

She embraced her inperfections that made her so perfect.


This will not stop her from being, from living her truth.

My arrogance got in the way.

Part of me does not want to get over her.

There is no getting over what is real

You have to digest what you lost and what you game through your despair.

And how I hurt, how I hurt!




I survive

lesson learned

I surrender to my despair for what I lost


The bitter taste of loss.

The sweet taste of one's having!

Topic(s) of this poem: love, passion


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 11, 2015



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